Let the chant begin at Watford Junction

that we’re off to Wembley,

there is no commemorative

souvenir pullout in the daily

paper, no rosette hanging

down from pin hole spurred

lapel and no colours,

no Liverpool red, no triumphant

blue under the shadow

of the great Bobby Moore,

England’s last great gentleman,

let the chant begin, let the scarves be waved

we’re off to Wembley,

from Watford Junction

the Twin Towers are so very close

now but the cheer you hear

at the final whistle, the moment